Mingye waved his hand, walked to the old shopkeeper and the shopkeeper, bounced their stiff shoulders, and explained with a smile: "What you want is something that the little god of wealth is carrying, right?"
The old shopkeeper and the shopkeeper who were fixed in shape turned their eyes and wanted to speak, but just opened their mouths and their faces changed drastically, and cold sweat slowly flowed down their foreheads.
Seeing their expressions very painful, Jin Yuan asked Ming Ye in confusion: "Have you given them a Gu again?"
Ming Ye nodded happily, wandered around them, raised his eyebrows badly and said, "Yes, I didn't show up just now, just to force them to reveal their true colors... I don't care about their ideas, but I can't let them go.
They will play the little God of Wealth and you have the idea!”
Jin Yuan felt warm after he said something, and she smiled at Mingye and said, "Mingye, thank you..."
Ming Ye waved his hand, and before he could answer, Luo Hen, who was standing beside him, pointed at the old shopkeeper and the shop clerk who were fixed and unable to move, and said, "Young Master Ming Ye, what should they do?"
Ming Ye shrugged and sneered, stretched out his fingers to bounce the sweat beads on their foreheads, and said with a slight slightest, "I have given them a fixed bodyguard. They can't move, nor can they speak... But with their strength, they want to speak or want to
It's not impossible to move..." Speaking of this, a sharp light shot out from Ming Ye's eyes, and even the smile on his lips became cold and stern.
"As long as they can endure the pain of being gnawed all over their bodies!"
The people present couldn't help but tremble when they heard Ming Ye's cold words.
Even Changsun Yan and Luo Hen, who had seen the resentful spirit, felt a little creepy when they heard this.
It seems that they all underestimated Mr. Mingye who temporarily replaced the emperor to fight!
Although he looked cynical, his every move, every word and action was no less than the emperor. Even the occasional coldness and ruthlessness he showed was exactly the same as the emperor, which was intimidating!
Changsun Yan glanced at the two men who were sweating in cold sweat, turned to Mingye again, and asked, "Mr. Mingye, please forgive us for being rude. I almost suspected that the death of this shop's shop's servant was related to Mr. Mingye... But I didn't find it
It turns out he was pretending to die!"
Jin Yuan also secretly stuck out her tongue. It would be fine if Changsun Yan didn't notice it, but she, the God of Wealth, didn't notice it. It's so embarrassing!